Julian walked home that day, his uncle being too busy to pick him up. When Julian got home, he plopped onto the couch, having trouble keeping his eyes open. His uncle walked into the living room. "Hey Julian, can you grab the box of PlayStation games from the attic?" his uncle asked. "Yeah, yeah whatever." Julian said, before getting up off the couch, and walking to the attic entrance. "Why couldn't Uncle Matthew do this himself? What did Mrs. Wacky even mean by putting my 'emotions' into photography?" Julian muttered, as he opened the attic trapdoor, a gust of dust flew out, and into Julian's face. He coughed and wheezed, while fanning the dust away with his hand.
Julian climbed up the ladder, it strained under his weight, making it cry out from being so old. As he climbed into the attic, the wind howled through the attic window. The ceiling creaked under his weight, and a bright light came from Julians flashlight. Low and behold, the box with all the games in it was... sitting under another box? Julian went to move the box on top before he realized. It had his parents' names on it. He grabbed both boxes, the one with the games in it, and the one with his parents' names on it. Julian set the box with the games in it in the living room and took the other box to his room. As soon as he got to his room, he set the box down with a thud, and cringing at the sound, hoping he did not break anything inside. He plopped onto the floor and pulled at the tape on the box. It did not budge. "Huh??" Julian questioned. He pulled a bit harder, it finally came off, but he fell backwards.
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A Click of Hope
Randoma character of mine, named julian is put into a class he doesn't want to be in. will he end up enjoying the class, or not? read to find out :)
